The White Tiger streaked across the official road like a bolt of white lightning.
Inside the carriage, Fang Han sat cross-legged. The Cyan Profound Technique circulated slowly within him as cyan-gold Inner Qi surged through his meridians, refining the Earth Spirit Pill he had just taken.
Luo Yuntian sat across from him, holding a yellowed Sword Manual. His gaze was focused, and he would occasionally lift a finger to trace patterns in the air, clearly practicing his Sword Techniques.
The two of them cultivated on their own. The only sounds in the carriage were their faint breaths and the rustling of pages being turned.
The scenery outside the window flew by: fields, hills, and villages flashed into view only to be quickly left behind.
Several days later, in the afternoon, the mountains flanking the official road gradually flattened out, and the view ahead opened up.
The Steward driving the White Tiger turned his head, and his voice carried through the carriage walls:
